Don't walk into the trap, my friend.
The jaws will close too tight.
They'll bind you when you want to flee.
So you must tear yourself.
But they all have jagged jaws
That pierce into your flesh.
Embedded teeth and bleeding stumps
Become a deformity.
Some traps seem a fantasy
Of silken subtle dreams.
Don't walk into the trap, my friend.
Meander 2 - Rhoughts - The week has been dreadful, not for me except in a sideways way. There was a man building bombs and wanting to kill some leaders of our country. He didn't succeed. I'm glad. What saddens me is how some people think they were the target even though they encourage this kind of behavior. Then in a quiet neighborhood in the city where I once called home, another man took guns and killed people who were worshipping God. Once again the vitrol of the day gave him the spur to plunge him into murder of innocent people. Don't know what I can do but I will try.
Meander 3 _ Writing _ Moving slowly forward with my latest story. Children of Fyre. Three more chapters to sketch out. Then I can begin to write them.
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